Chapter 153

At the edge of the Pseudo-God Graveyard. That death-polluted nebula composed of a cluster of micro-black holes writhed and expanded in the void like a colossal tumor of cosmic cancer. Countless satellite-sized black holes greedily devoured the fabric of space-time, and grayish-purple rule miasma wantonly permeated along their gravitational wakes. Yet deep within this destructive nebula, its structure was undergoing an even more terrifying distortion. Those micro-black holes, which had initially been born from the resonance of rubble... Their mutual... Gravitational perturbations were... ...violently intensifying! Their movement trajectories... Were no longer random, devouring wanderings... Instead, they were... Being pulled as if by invisible threads... ...into a rotating convergence!